How To Win My Husband Over

Episode 23: You Really Don't Want To Go Back To Your Home

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"Dirty."

"But I washed my hands before."

"Not your hands…… Damn it."

What an arrogant husband who kicked his tongue and turned his eyes away.

Ah, it's hard. It's hard.

After that eventful birthday banquet, he let go of the thorns and became a little less harsh, but this guy was still an impregnable fortress for me.

I wish I could know what kind of temper is behind.

Phew, but this is quite a step up.

Wouldn't it be okay to act a little hopeful? At least he's not throwing the basket at me like the first time.

"You know?"

"What?"

"Your father is back."

"Father? Ah."

What's with "Ah"? Even if the dog that left the house came back, it wouldn't be such a rude reaction, man.

"Well, father was a little angry."

"Well, that old man is always full of complaints."

The man who threw out the seed part nonchalantly rummaged through other fruits.

It was suddenly grim to watch the figure.

I'm scared! How can I ask a guy who able smash me with one hand?

"Just talk."

"Yes, yes?"

"Your expression has been very strange since before……."

"Mine?"

"Who else is here besides you?"

"The angel of love is watching."

When I put my hands on both cheeks and opened my eyes sparklingly, silence fell for a moment.

Isaac literally stared at me with a soulless expression.

I felt like I was going to get hit, so I stopped putting my hands down and lowered my head.

Oh, I think I went too far…….

"It makes me want to open your head."

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"I'm sorry. Actually, your father was so angry that I didn't know what to do……."

"What did my father do to you?"

It was a fight that was genuinely absurd. I could feel his hand holding my arm, which was wrapped around my head, tightly and tried to pry them off.

I slowly opened my closed eyes.

"What did that old man say?"

"I, uh, we haven't really done our duty as a married couple yet.…."

"What is it?"

What's this answer? Are you being sarcastic on purpose?

"That's what we have to do to be a real couple."

"So what is it?"

Isaac looked really curious, so I was taken aback for a moment.

What's this? No way.… No, he's not that kind of naive ascetic type. There's no way he doesn't know.

Are you going to have to say it directly with my mouth to understand it?

"F-First night."

"What about the first night……. Ah."

As if he understood only then, he said, "ah" and quickly blinked his eyes and turned his head.

Why does my face seem to be burning?

Did you have to make me speak so directly, you bastard!

I swallowed my dry saliva and slowly examined my husband's expression.

Isaac said nothing, rummaging through the fruits with an unexpectedly calm face.

However, I was a little worried because it felt like there was an unfamiliar cynicism in the corners of the open eyes.

"Of course it's me…."

"Nothing to worry about."

"What?"

"There's nothing to worry about. No matter what my father says."

I see. There's nothing to worry about. You can say that because he's your father, you arrogant bastard!

Besides, I have a grave crossroads between life and death in progress with you.

"Well, but I……."

"I don't know why you're so concerned. I didn't think you'd want that."

I want to pay tribute to your unwavering bluntness.

Of course, those are my words, so I can't refute them, but there's a difference between wanting nothing and fulfilling one's duties!

I can't back off like this.

Anyway, I was ready to live by grilling this guy with my soul.

Because he's my only straw. Shit.

"I'm sorry. I know you won't like it.…. I just, anyway, thought I'd do everything I could to be your wife. I know it's a useless mess that won't do any good anyway, but after that……."

Crunch.

He stared at me intently, biting the yellow fruit in one bite.

I didn't know if the gaze meant for me to stop talking or continued on trying appealing to him.

"I-I was wondering if everyone would look at me a little less badly…… Thats why I thought it will help with my previous standings here."

"……."

"I told you I didn't want to go home, I'm not lying. I really don't want anything else. I just like you so much that if you let me stay near you…… If you really don't want to see me anymore, if you want to marry someone better, then I can't help it, but I hope that this will clear myintention of you. This time, it is not according to my family's will."

After continuing my words as mournfully as possible, silence lingered for a moment.

Isaac still just stared at me silently, chewing on the fruit.

His red eyes were gleaming unusually.

Is he doubting the authenticity of my words?

"I will never be annoying. I promise you won't lose anything. Anytime you want………."

"You don't seem to want to go home."

Huh? Why is he suddenly talking about something else? That's not the point.

"That's because you're here……."

"Is that really the only reason?"

My husband, who muttered in a tone as if talking to himself, threw the seed part of the pear back there.

It was an unnecessarily dramatic sight.

No, this arrogant thing— I've been a fan of you with all my utmost sincerity. Do you doubt my fan heart?

Even while I was being humiliated, I was able to pay tribute to you, on your birthday with a present, so what's with the doubt!

Was my acting skill still lacking? Wasn't it method class?

"I…."

"Right. That's it."

He raised himself by shaking his hands. I was half lost for a moment and just looked up at him.

"You're right. After spending first night with you, even my holy father-in-law can't interfere."

"……."

"Are you sure you won't regret it?"

Oh, yes! I immediately nodded my head vigorously.

What a surprise, I expected to have to work on it for at least a few days, but he reacted like this!

Overshadowing my enthusiastic response, my arrogant ascetic husband only maintained a grim face, not knowing what he meant.

"Tell me now if you feel like you're going to change your mind. You only have one chance to go back to your hometown."

"I…"

"This is the last time. Once you've done it, it's irreversible. I can do anything as I please."

Is he warning me? He'll do anything if I say something else later? Since I've met you, I can't go back, you bastard!

If Isaac is the main character in this world who can do whatever he pleases, then I could do anything in order to live.

Oh, we seem to be on the same page unexpectedly, right?

"I will never change my mind."

As I clenched my fists and vowed, a short silence passed by once again.

At first glance, the complex expression on Isaac's face, looking down at me who had passionate twinkling eyes, seemed to be new.

"Okay…… see you tonight."

And as the guy who threw it hurriedly turned around, I jumped up like a spring. Wow.

"Really? Is it really tonight?"

"……."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so happy…… Then shall I come to your bedroom? Or should I wait for you? As expected, I'd rather go find……Ah!"

In an instant, I was once again a chick stuck in an eagle's claw.

My monster-like husband held me in one arm and went straight to the place where the carriage was parked and put me in the carriage as if a chick was trapped in a chicken cage. Ugh!

"Why don't you go and take a good nap, there is no reason to dress up."

The carriage door slammed shut at the end of that heartless beating.

Hey, you arrogant bastard!

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Cesare had guaranteed that Isaac would never touch me.

The biggest reason for choosing Omerta among the other northern nobles is probably because of that.

If I stab my father and Cesare on the back of their head by spending the first night with my husband, I would have to dig a completely different path from then on.

I don't want to be taken home by Cesare after stabbing his back and turned allegiance.

I had no other way than this anyway.

In addition, Isaac told me earlier that this was my last chance to go home.

I don't know with what unexpected intention he said that, but it was clear that he was not willing to let me go, as well as agreeing to the first night.

Oooh, hope, hope! I can see the strands!

Although there are many people who hate me and there are many situations that I have to face in the future, it was nevertheless not as daunting as the first time.

I can make a way to live. If I cook him well and make him believe me…….

"I'll dry your hair, ma'am."

It seemed that my husband, whom I didn't know, had notified the house.

I don't know what the arrogant guy was thinking, but anyway, it was kind of like seeing the maids rushing back and forth to help me dress up in unsuitable, polite looks.

Among the maids, Lucille, who recently received from me a diamond hairpin, took the lead and helped out.

She must have concluded that for the time being she had a good deal to extract from me.

As for the head maid, the main target of important figures on my list, she seemed to be in a state of shock, eyes never blinking as if I had told her a bold lie.

She looked like he couldn't believe it when I said Isaac and I were about to attend our first night, but she did anyway.

I didn't expect Ellenia to call out the maid after the birthday banquet, but it seemed the maid was frighteningly brazen.